"God, my head hurts." as I get up, it's dark. The air is damp "The last thing I remember is doing a live combat exercise with my unit, but I have a feeling something bad happened."

I feel around my pack for a flashlight; there is a sound of rocks being moved further down the cave. I sling my rifle up to deal with the threat, and my vision is now adjusted to the dark. There are weird-looking rocks all around on the floor, walls, and ceiling.

"Well I've never seen these rock formations before but hopefully what's in here with me isn't what I think it is."

I carefully move towards the noise but what I see churns my stomach. The floor and walls are covered in blood with limbs and other body parts stranded about.

The smell is nauseating as I vomit my breakfast up; the scent of iron and bodily fluids are atrocious. "Good God, what the fuck happened here." I say through panted breaths, "May...Maybe there's survivors."

As I walk slowly towards some still entire bodies as I check their pulses, I hear a low growl near an exit to the cave.

[where...where do I hide shit? There's nothing okay, gotta play dead] I find the furthest wall I can see as I lean against it and play dead.

I then see what has made that low growling noise. It's a wolf with pitch black fur,bone-white armor, and glowing red eyes looking straight at me.

[Are you fucking kidding me? I'm in the rwbyverse hiding won't help if I remember it's attracted to negative emotions, and I'm for sure as hell having those emotions]After a split second, as it sees me, it howls and starts to charge at me.

"FUCK FUCK FUCK" I shout as I hastily get up, firing my rifle; it's now within 6 feet of me.

I jump to the left after my body freezes for a moment, but its claw grazes my right leg giving it an inch deep cut.

I scream out in pain but continue to unload my rifle into the Grimm. It finally falls as I hear my gun click the entire magazine.

"Fucking.. God, that hurts like hell." I say while reloading my gun with a fresh mag with my ears ringing from the deafening of the gunfire.

"If there's one of these, there's bound to be more." after I finish saying that, there are three more howls.

"Well, shit me and my big mouth hopefully they won't see me through a smokescreen." detaching and throwing one of the two smoke grenades I was given for the combat exercise.

The cave soon fills with smoke. As I reach the room I woke up in, I hear claws scraping against stone, booking it to the room.

Enting the room, I get to the furthest wall and wait with my rifle pointed to the exit.

After a second of no noise, there's a loud howl, and I open fire. Ten rounds go down the corridor as the thud of a body plopping on the floor is heard.

I continue to empty my clip into the corridor, hearing another body hit the floor. As soon as I see the last one's not down, my gun clicks. I'm out of ammo.

Hastily I try and get a new clip in, but I'm not fast enough. I hear bones crack... my bones.

From the force alone flung me to the opposite end of the room near the exit, my guns still intact, but my body armor is shattered 

I quickly pull out my pistol, about to shoot the beowolf. I see red dust stone next to the Grimm and shot it instead. A blinding light a second later, then an ear-shattering boom as I'm flung again into the corridor.

Getting up with labored breath grasping my chest, the cave starts to collapse behind me as I run into the now smoke-free room, rushing past towards the exit. As it collapses behind me, running for several minutes, I can finally see light, but it's getting smaller with rocks falling from above blocking my path forward.

"NO NO NO NO NO NO NO..." getting closer, I have to start crawling as I feel my pack tearing and my leg wound filling with dirt. I feel my leg clamp up mere inches from the exit, my left leg clothing tearing off. I finally get out, running a bit further away from the entrance, collapsing to my knees with blurry vision and passing out from exhaustion while being covered in a rose gold color.